An ancient temple stood atop the towering Holy Mountain. It was called the Temple of Healing, and countless believers at the mountain's foot had heard of it, worshipping there in the hope of receiving the blessing of the Goddess of Healing and putting an end to all the world's suffering.
Unbeknownst to them, beneath the peaceful Holy Mountain, wreathed in auspicious clouds, people calling themselves angels had buried a colossal secret that had remained sealed for a thousand years. It was a secret known by only one person, no, only him: a secret of immortality...
He had been here for fifteen years. In another year, he would return to receive his reward and be granted a noble title. The estate of the Lane family at the foot of the Holy Mountain had fertile soil and the finest grapes, which they used to make the most delicious wine. A single bottle was worth a fortune, and he longed for it.
But none of that mattered. Fine wine and beautiful companions? They were among the easiest things for nobles to acquire. Only life and health were worthy of reverence...
It's too watery, there's too much foreshadowing, and the awakening of magic keeps dragging on